Why? Apparently 5 festivals is one too many for this squirrel to handle.
But, of course, it was so worth it...
And I wasn't disappointed.
One crew pass later (thanks Caractacus and the guys at The Lost Picture Show), tent pitched and bed blown up, we were united with our fellow Shambalans; a motley crew of festival buddies from Secret Garden Party, Nozstock and Boomtown, a group of around 30 dressed up to the nines, boys in dresses and girls with moustaches, for it was (cross-dressing) fruity Friday and we were ready to take on the world and his bearded wife.
With rude boy hat and waistcoat, I assumed the character of Squirrel Squalone, and was joined by Coco LaCrease and Captain Fitzbattleaxe to name but a few, and the weekend began in earnest...
Like Nozstock, and unlike Boomtown, Shambala is the ideal environment for kids. Yes you know, feral festie kids. An entirely different breed to urban kids, they're the children that have no fear, that run as fast as they can until their legs get out of sync with their body and they fall down but don't cry because they're too busy being distracted by a papier mache fish head. They don't whinge, they don't moan, they're us in miniature; all hedonism, awe, excitement, rapture.
And they rock fancydress.
Saturday was under-the-sea themed, and - by Poseidon - was there some excellent oceanic attire. The gathering of the carnival revealed more sardines than I could scoff atop a pesto smothered oatcake, plenty o' pirates, many-tentacled umbrella octopi and - yours truly - a sea snake.
And Shambles certainly isn't just about the evenings. With Tai Chi in the Healing Fields, an unscheduled stop to attempt a signet rescue with Caractacus - aka Dr Doolittle, friend to all animals - the launch of several hot air balloons nextdoor to crew camping, recuperation on mattresses in front of The Wizard of Oz, competitive games involving peanut butter licking and sumo wrestling in Sham City and a trip down the Helter Skelter, we had more than our fair share of wholesome daytime fun.
And with top eco credentials - the only landfill to come out of Shambala is loo roll - this is one festival you can feel really good about attending, in the exciting build up, while you're there ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the fireworks, and afterwards too as you make the sorry trip home.
But it's ok, it'll be back again next year :-)